Another limerick

I paused in my walking, for-- hark!
A cry from a house near the park.
I guess that I might
be acquainted with night.
I do have to stress that it's dark.

Edit:

A man owns this sycamore tree;
His house is too distant to see
me breaking my course
and confusing my horse.
But dammit, I needed to pee.

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